Áron Ferenczik

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Áron stands in his life as an average 29-year-old weirdo. He has many contemporary complexes, a fresh university degree, and a recent break up. His parents have to support him financially as he is still a job seeker and while Áron is agonizing on his lost love, he is always interrupted by something; it seems like he’s not the main character in his life.

Different genres of short stories about the lives of the city, the people of Budapest presented an individual point of view.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller cannot feel. He is never angry, never sad. In fact he doesn't have any emotions, he cannot suffer from pain, taste or smell. Other then this he is a typical Hungarian nobody exploited by all the other Hungarian nobodies. Strangers, neighbours, friends, everyone wants something from Mr. Miller and he gladly provides. In a single day he loses everything a human being can lose and this turns out to be a great fun for everyone except for maybe him. This is an absurd tragicomedy about the utter deconstruction of the imperfect Mr. Miller.

Different genres of short stories about the lives of the city, the people of Budapest presented an individual point of view.

Different genres of short stories about the lives of the city, the people of Budapest presented an individual point of view.